I'll let you win (a falsettos x marvel au)

Chapter 18: the art show

Omg my one shot book is on 800 reads AND 3K ON LONELY! WHAT THE HELL THANK YOU EVERYONE. also, I have a blooming biology test on the 14th and ew. MY BIRTHDAYS ON THE 16TH and I'm still in love with Andrew Rannells. I love it when people comment on lonely bc then I have to go back and actually read what I wrote and think, "damn, Iv'e gotten so much worse. " crazy.

Anyway, love and hate this chapter.

Turns out about 60% of the people reading this are from the USA so I would like to apologise if anything is incorrect, I get all of this from movies and books and tv show, I've never actually been so it's probs not accurate. I read a lot of these that are meant to be set in the UK and laugh at them, so feel free to do the same at this.

I wrote all of that just bc I wanted to get to 4000 words and here we are so hope y'all enjoy!

It was a chilly morning, much colder than the most recent ones, and Marvin, like usual, couldn't sleep. He turned onto his side, squinting at his phone. Thirty minutes until his alarm. Marvin sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get back to sleep, and folded the cover off of himself. He swung around, his feet finding the slippers on the freezing marble floor. He pulled on a maroon hoodie from the floor, a brief sniff causing him to scrunch up his nose. He took a deep breath, relaxing himself as he stood up. He walked around the bed and out to the corridor, his feet slapping slightly against the the floor as he made his way to the kitchen. He made himself a cup of coffee, boiling water on the stove and putting in some instant coffee powder into the cup. He loved Cheap, Crappy coffee as much as he loved the expensive shit, the strong, too bitter taste causing him to make a sour face as he took the first sip of the boiling liquid. He smiled into his cup.

He finished the cup quickly, scalding the roof of his mouth, cursing as he washed the cup and stalked to his new office. It was almost an exact replica of his secret office on the work floor, but he moved his iron man suit into it, wondering why he had never done that before. The room was much larger than any other, he had built upwards, basically creating a dome on top of the roof, having to build an overhang for the helicopter.

First world problems.

He pressed several buttons on his computer pad and from the floor, his suit rose, a spectacular sight for sore eyes. He hadn't gone out as iron man since... since Hannukah, having a lot more of his depressive episodes after having a considerable acceleration in the amount of PTSD attacks. He was scared that being iron man would trigger them, the violence, the quick paced fights.

He shook the feeling off, getting into the suit and suddenly he felt courageous, strong, the exact feeling he felt the first time he had made it, nervous, but anticipating adventure. The windows opened automatically as he flew off of the pedestal, shaky at first as he got used to the controls again. He hadn't spent this long out of the suit ever. He finally flew into the early morning air, speaking to THEA as he tried to locate spiderman.

It was a very short fly, only a minute or so, which made Marvin wonder how close the kid lived to him, and soon after, he spotted Spiderman, walking precariously on the edge of building tops, arms outstretched as though he was tight rope walking.

"Iron Man! I haven't seen you for months, how are you?" Spiderman leapt over the ravine between two buildings, landing on two feet. He put out his fist and Iron man punched it hard, Spiderman wincing and hopping up and down as he held it in his other hand, cursing.

"shit kid, I'm sorry. Just had some family stuff, but I'm back! How's the city managing?"

Spiderman fell dramatically to the floor, writhing in exaggerated pain, "Cities fine, just some boring burglaries. I think they're connected, but I'm not sure."